Blood of Mercury

Dilapidated houses, empty streets, and the howling cold wind when early winter comes.

Obviously, it has only been more than a week since the residents moved out, but it looks like a ruin, giving people the feeling of dilapidated and ancient.

——Not popular. can only be described as such.

The smell of icy inorganic matter fills the air. No one would think that people still live here.

"You mean, the mayor lives here?" The leading guard in heavy armor repeated his question again and again in an unbelievable tone, "Does the nobleman live in this crappy place?"

None of my servants would live in a place like this—

The second half of the words were taken back in time by him.

After the deep surprise, there was an inexplicable sadness - it seemed to be a melancholy for the hero.

As if the legendary story heard in the tavern was coming to an end, the breath of the hero's twilight would naturally come to his face. It's just that for some reason, the guard looked at the mayor's house at the moment. On this road that was no different from the wilderness, he seemed to be stepping into knee-length deep snow, but he couldn't move.

Is that fear?

Do not……

He knew it in his heart.

That is probably compassion.

Immediately following pity, is a sense of superiority that is almost imperceptible. It was a canine superiority built on loyalty to Farina.

"Cough, listen up, everyone," he cleared his throat and forcibly pulled his thoughts back, "Never let go of any house! All places must be thoroughly investigated!"

"Even the nobleman's house should be checked?"

He heard someone ask behind him.

Without even thinking about it, he said, "That's natural. Lord Farina's orders must be implemented."

But as soon as he said it, he felt something was wrong.

So he paused for a while, and then added in a slightly gentler voice: "However, in order not to disturb the rest of the mayor's rest, I will go with you."

After a little thought, the leading guard walked in the direction he remembered.

I have to say that human memory is really unreliable.

A few days after he moved out, the mayor's house became unfamiliar.

After making several mistakes in a row, he brought the city guards behind him to the mayor's house.

The first thing that caught my eye was the wide open door. Winter is coming, and the wind is coming. The icy air poured into the house, and it felt cold just by looking at it.

"Mr. Mayor?"

He called out tentatively, but got no response.

After a long look, the guard immediately looked down at his feet. I found that the dust had accumulated for a long time, and there were no footprints at all, so I was slightly relieved.

But as soon as he pushed the door in, he was startled by the sound of the wine bottle breaking.

"You bastards! Get out of here! Immediately!"

An angry muffled voice came from inside.

But after the voice calmed down, there was a heavy and slow breathing.

"Lord Mayor? What's wrong?"

The guard at the door strengthened his courage and asked in a higher voice.

The heavy breathing inside suddenly disappeared. After about a short time, some confused voices came from inside: "Who? Is there anything?"

It seemed that he had just woken up. Eighty percent of the time it was a dream.

The guard understood.

The heart that I just mentioned is let go. He leaned over and stood at the door.

Seeing the young mayor sitting on the bed, his face was haggard and withered. He put his hands on his head and buried his head deeply.

If he hadn't known his identity, anyone could have regarded him as a drunk and decadent living in a tavern—although in reality it wasn't much.

Thinking of the heart palpitations caused by the sound of the broken wine bottle before, the guard finally realized that the person in front of him is after all the mayor of a town. No matter how broken it is, he is a real hereditary noble, and the fief is even compared to a baron of ordinary specifications. Come to be the same.

So he also grew a heart. Seeing that the mayor seemed to be in a bad mood, he was very smart not to go in and scold him, but silently took a few steps back, made a silent gesture to his subordinates, and hid outside the door with peace of mind.

Casually, he asked: "Sir, Lord Farina asked us to check a person who pretended to be a blighter. Some people said that he went this way... Have you seen a person in black passing by the window? "

For such a breath, there was no movement in the room. But the guards were not relieved.

Rather than holding back the anger, it was the tranquility before the storm.

Sure enough, a voice that was almost furious came from inside: "Falina's people are amazing? I'm at least your mayor! Without my father, you **** don't know where they died! People in black clothes? Black clothes I've seen you guys! Are your brains used to eat shit? Didn't you see that I was sleeping before?"

The voice became a little hoarse with anger, and it was broken in some places. But it was such a rebuke that was neither mighty nor gorgeous, but the cold sweat on the back of the captain of the guard was brushed down.

He finally remembered what kind of person he was talking to.

That is a noble gentleman with a real title. Unlike Farina, the guardian druid who acts on his behalf, although most of these noble masters have no ability to cast spells and cannot live forever, this does not affect their influence in the mundane world.

You know, Lord Farina can't even execute others at will, but the nobles can rely on just losing money to avoid punishment - in the Caral people's concept, being executed for contradicting a high-status person is self-inflicted, even if Even if he is in the army, he cannot be treated as a martyr. Not only will his family not receive care and preferential treatment, but they will even be looked down upon by others.

So an idea that should have been remembered by him for a long time is now echoing in his mind: since when did these people ignore the existence of the mayor, and regard the acting leader-Falina as their dedication Loyal target?

"Mr. Mayor, calm down..."

After realizing that the person in front of him was Ram's real master, a fine layer of cold sweat suddenly condensed on the faces of the captain of the guards and the guards behind him.

Even with it, even the tone and voice were a little weaker.

"Come on? Then you gang of robbers stole my last property?"

Some nervous voices came from inside.

In the cold wind pouring in, the anger that almost ignited the four walls clambered. The scolding of the lord inside is far from over: "I swear, I will hang you! Hang you! You robbers, thieves! Come, come in, I want to remember your faces!"

It's a fool to go in at this time.

The captain of the guard cursed secretly in his heart, did not reply, and quickly left here with the team behind him.

But what they didn't see was that shortly after they left, the door of the wardrobe slowly opened, and a slender figure in black robe stepped out, like a dead person awakening from a coffin.

Roland did not shy away from walking to the mayor who had been dead for a long time, reached out and picked him up, turned him over, and made him lie on his bed.

Then Roland lifted the young mayor's head up with one hand, and took out the chopping sword with his right hand—without using any force, he just placed the blade of the chopping sword under the mayor's neck.

Let go of the left hand and stroke with the right hand.

With the arteries of the neck being cut from the front, even if the person is dead, even if the neck is cut, the blood will no longer spurt. But the mayor's blood also flowed out quickly and firmly. After a while, with the blood spot as the stamen, a huge bright red rose bloomed from the slightly yellowed bed.

After most of the blood had flowed out and the bleeding speed had slowed down significantly, Roland used the slashing sword to gently cut the young man's clothes from the back of his neck to the back of his waist, being careful not to cut his skin. After the clothes were cut open, Roland carefully cut the back of the corpse with the sword, as if holding a paintbrush, depicting a bleeding eye.

The whole process was silent and swift, and Roland's proficiency in his movements was chilling.

"When she sees this, that woman won't be so at ease."

Focusing on the details of the bleeding eye, Roland murmured.

This pattern is the emblem of N'Zoth, the **** of truth and terror. Apart from Higgs, who has a snake in his eyes, he is closest to the Twilight species, who understands the threat of the Twilight species best, and is also the **** most deeply infected by the Twilight species. His mental state is obviously worth worrying about.

As a chaotic and neutral god, he unswervingly promotes fear in the world.

His followers did not form a temple, but an organization called the Truth Society, which was later annexed by the Ring of the South Wind.

The truth will believe that the world is full of malice. People live in peace only because of their stupidity not being able to discover the world. The closer a person is to the truth, the more deeply he will feel the horror of the world and the more maddened he will be.

Ordinary people can't know the maliciousness of the world, just like a blind man doesn't know that there is a cliff in front of him - the truth will be proud to think that he is the clear-eyed one.

But they have no intention of keeping people from the inevitable end. Even their all-knowing and almighty Lord N'Zoth will be destroyed in the face of that doom, let alone those mortals as tiny as ants.

All they have to do is to bring themselves closer to the truth of the world, so that they can see the moment when the world is destroyed more clearly, and then die proudly with the world as the first person to feel the great horror.

Roland remembered that the truth would be the cult nature that was only revealed in the middle of the plague revival - of course, they were not popular before that.

As believers of the **** of truth and terror, the truth will be keen to uncover the secrets hidden by others, preferably the secrets that can cause panic; of course, based on the indelible chaotic nature, more often the secrets they reveal are only their own Delusions deduced from just a few words.

For those who have ghosts in their hearts, the truth will be as annoying as a mouse that cannot be caught. For the people at the bottom and some intelligence dealers, the truth will be the source of gossip, and every word may hide a lie and a secret.

And Roland also knew that Farina's assassination failed because the truth would reveal Farina's secret to the "most honorable guest in the city of wealth"~www.wuxiaspot.com~ These annoying mice never stop mouth. And they don't think it's their fault to reveal other people's privacy, but think that it is an unforgivable crime to bury the truth based on greedy and selfish nature and useless pity.

Every person they reveal will not only face a series of troubles brought about by their own privacy being exposed, but also face the ridiculous but really annoying revenge of this group of rats.

N'Zoth himself is not strong enough. But as one of the gods who knows the most things, it is not easy to kill him. Even in the era of the revival of the plague, the existing gods were purged, and he was the last group of gods to die.

Therefore, Roland is also used to pouring any dirty water on the truth meeting - occasionally, it can really deceive them by accident.

If the Ring of the South Wind is a highly disciplined soldier, and the Ring of Ashes is an artist full of madness and delusion, then the truth will be a villain who only stabs him in the back.

Even if they are both cultists, the gap between them is huge.

——Of course, Farina’s situation is different.

Roland showed a meaningful smile.

Because the town of Ram is one of the few times where Roland has been caught out. The truth will really take revenge on Farina, and the way is to kill the young mayor-Roland even copied the death method and shape of the mayor completely.

It was only three months earlier.

"This town is sick... Then, it's time to perform high temperature sterilization on the patient."

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